My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 795

Charles cracked open his door just a bit, watching as a sneaky figure slipped into the guest room next door.

Wait—wasn't that Peter?

Groggy and confused, Charles wondered what Peter was doing, sneaking into the guest room instead of staying in his own.

Curious, he stepped closer, pressing his ear to the door. Voices trickled through.

A girl's surprised gasp: “Peter, what are you doing?”

It was Jenkins.

Then came Peter's low, creepy chuckle. “What do you think I'm doing in the middle of the night? Jenkins, we're together now—no need to tiptoe around anymore…”

Jenkins sounded alarmed. “No, wait, I—”

Her protest was quickly muffled, followed by a soft thud as if someone had been tossed onto the bed.

Peter released her, and Jenkins spoke up again, sounding indignant. “This is the Olsen house, Peter! You're not scared at all? What if someone catches us?”

“You're my girlfriend. Why does it matter if anyone finds out? Besides, this isn't the first time…we've already done it at your place, remember?”

“Stop—don't say that…”

From the sound of it, she was embarrassed and had covered his mouth.

But Peter, emboldened, clearly wasn't about to hold back now.

Soon, noises that really weren't for young ears drifted from the room.

Charles's face turned crimson as he quickly straightened up. He'd suspected something between Peter and Jenkins, but knowing they'd already gone that far—now, that was unexpected.

A playful voice beside him broke his thoughts. “Peter sure has guts, doesn't he?”

Without thinking, Charles gave a little nod, barely realizing he'd done it.

Oh, he definitely did.

The guest room had thinner walls than theirs, and now, the noise level from inside made it clear Peter was putting in quite an effort.

Charles tsked in disbelief. Just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly froze, meeting Erin's wide, curious eyes.

He stumbled back a few steps, stammering, “What…what are you doing here?”

Erin had her ear to the door, listening with wide-eyed fascination. “How far along do you think they are? Clothes off yet?”

Charles felt his face burn hotter. “What's with you? You're a girl—don't you know any shame?”

Erin just shrugged. “It's a normal, healthy thing. What's there to be embarrassed about?”

Then she looked at him more closely. “Or don't you want to?”